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Paranormal Sunday 👻 | Phobia November 😱 | Batophobia: extreme fear of corridors and depths. 👹🕳 - Project Milkbox🥛

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The corridors: those passageways that we walk quietly during the day, but, at night or early morning, they become eternal, dark and difficult to travel. Fernando had just become independent. He had to travel from Venezuela to Chile in search of a better quality of life. There, in Santiago, he rented, with other venezuelan immigrants, a fairly spacious and comfortable apartment. He was really happy, satisfied with his effort and sacrifice.

All the working hours of the members of the new home were extreme: they left at 6 a. m. and they arrived after 9 p. m .; others, with even more demanding shifts, appeared the next day. Fernando was the only one whose job was based on the internet, so he remained alone most of the time.

The previous thing was not a problem. In reality, the boy loved the silence of loneliness and so much company overwhelmed him... However, a nocturnal experience would change his mind and desire the presence of his companions.

The bladder is always inopportune. The urge to go to the bathroom forced him to leave the bed and go to the place in question; for this, he had to pass a thin row, where, wall to the right and wall to the left, he began to feel a bit trapped. Every step he took gave him chills and he wanted to go back. His feet did not follow the order of the brain and seemed to be outside his own body.

There, in that moment of panic and restlessness, he clung to the walls believing that he had symptoms of low blood pressure or sugar. After a few seconds, when the ugly had been left behind, Fernando tried to resume his journey. In the middle of the corridor, like a horror movie, the lights started to fail and he noticed that someone was watching him. He turned around and, on the other side, there was a small boy sitting, crying.

The impression left him paralyzed again and with his eyes open, alert to any attack of this spirit.

He felt something at the level of his legs. It was a baseball ball... Did this little boy want to play with him? What was the meaning of this situation?

When he was going to scream and seek help, the door opened. Were two friends who, tired, finished their work.
With the arrival of this pair, the abnormal became normal, routine, out of the extraordinary. Fernando was still motionless and pale. The others were able to get him out of that state and, when he finally reacted, he was sitting on his bed with his pants wet.

Beyond the bullying that caused the event itself, Fernando avoids crossing the corridor at all costs; although, inexplicably, a very internal part of his being longs to contact once again with this soul in pain and know the tortuous past that probably lived.

Based on a true story…

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